Zywa
Everblooming (Solmaz)
Being - produced by genes
being - their collection
their life, their copies
Experience, the storm and the drums
of the outside world, the neighbours
with whom I am me, not alone
Receive, pleasure and pain
seed in my celestial flower
and wealth in my hair
Give, the play
of gongs in the wind
thoughts, who we are
and when it's my birthday
time stands still a little
in the years that fly by
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